xerxes

2pac’ın "still i rise" albümündeki gaz parçalarından biri.

[2pac]
let it be prophesized; niggaz’ll die because ya crew’s goon
around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon
heard it in whispered tones
niggaz is bold and they choose to roll
i kill em all, watch now nigga truth be told
westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
niggaz dyin by my 30-yard, brains’ll splatter
wonder why these niggaz cross me
i’m certified crazy, so sick the world made me
now diggy-die, everytime i ride it’s for reasons
hard to kill a nigga cause i’m comin back like jesus
bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases
lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces
momma gave a nigga breath, a life of stress
i invest in a vest and makin niggaz watch they every step
label me a threat
and i ain’t even got started with this shit yet
thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen i’m a ridah
every nigga breathin pay attention
bout to show you motherfuckers how it feel, to drop a body
the simple gun to my lifestyle, killuminati

chorus: kastro + 2pac

[kas] yo makaveli they can’t stop you
[pac] hold it down
[kas] killuminati and we got you, got you
yo makaveli they can’t stop you
[pac] hold it down
[kas] killuminati and we got you, got you
yo makaveli they can’t stop you
[pac] hold it down
[kas] killuminati and we got you, got you
yo makaveli they can’t stop you
[pac] hold it down
[kas] killuminati and we got you, got you

[2pac]
after the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there’s pain
even though we broke for the moment, we’ll be ballin again
til i make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz
similar to, bitches that scary, get too near me we rushin
visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and niggaz thug livin
pressures and three strikes, i hope they don’t test us
they pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh
move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place
they got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin
it’s like i’m - dreamin, see in season me ballin
participated in felonious behavior
cock the cocked fo’-five, snatchin niggaz pagers
labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
we started out drinkin 40’s, moved to harder shit
god damn now i’m a grown man, i follow no man
nigga got my own plan, and it’s called killuminati

chorus (w/ minor variations)

[e.d.i. amin]
i spend most of my time bankin niggaz
because they hate a nigga, comin across fake niggaz
but we made niggaz, old school and i’m thinkin
y’all some bitch made niggaz and you steadily sinkin
o-u-t, l-a-w-z ain’t nuttin fuckin with that
we bustin back comin back for the stacks
laugh last cash cash, all i want is the paper
givin them fuckers tool whips, i rule haters
y’all can’t fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
the boss niggaz, definitely, put it down strictly
e.d.i. amin, until the law come for me
kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine killuminati

[kadafi]
they got me thinkin strugglin and hustling’s my only fate
toppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight
times is rollin three up these streets sleep
but when i crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets
my life’s been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
got a package from the devil, payin my deeds
preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life i lead
more funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
me and my thugs clock g’s simpin naughty thangs
real as these tatt’s on my body, and it’s killuminati

chorus

[2pac]
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain
hold it down, hold it down
makaveli up in this bitch, worldwide mash, westside
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain
the question we ask, do you know what time it is?
hold it down, hold it down
you know what type of shit we be
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain
you want that hip-hop real
it’s that hip-hop that’s real
hold it down, hold it down
hip-hop that’s worldwide, feel?
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain
fuck with me nigga you get killed!
hold it down, hold it down
it don’t get no realer than this
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain
what’s my motherfuckin name nigga?
hold it down, hold it down
my niggaz we all bad
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain
what’s my muh’fuckin name nigga?
hold it down, hold it down
what’s my muh’fuckin name?
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain
outlawz in this bitch
rap pro at his finest
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain
repeat! death row at it’s finest
nigga, you know what time it is
makaveli the don until i’m gone, i maintain..
outlawz..

2pac’ın "still i rise" albümünden güzel bir parça.

[talk]
these is hard times we livin’ in
churches burnin, planes fallin from the sky
murder, the good die young
the good definitely die young
this is a lil’ somethin’
to help you get through the day
if you could

it was more than a tragedy
emotions be grabbin’ me
plane fell from the sky
we tryin’ to figure what happened
burnin’ churches, fearin’ god
who can be so cruel
we all ignorant to aids
till it happens to you
just be a man, make plans
listen to your voice
a woman’s tryin’ to make decisions
we should leave them a choice
cause who are we to say who lives and die
breathes and stops
all this judgement on other lives
needs to stop
what are we livin’ for
givin’ more back than takin’
on my knees still waitin’ for my own salvation
now i feel abandoned
cause pat buchanan say i’m greedy
you can take my taxes, send me to war
but can’t feed me
it’s so easy to regret things
after they done
babies catchin’ murder cases
scared to laugh in the sun
the tragedies that we all need
love in doses
in times like these we feel closest
the good die young

does anybody have an answer why
it seems the good die young
can anybody tell me why
can anybody tell me why (2x)

now in my world will it get worse
when i been trapped since birth
but i had to sleep in a hearse
cause it was my bed first
my grands probably burnin’
turnin’ in they grave
some folks ain’t even get to see a high age
but they did so i ain’t afraid
and this money got me feelin like a star
and this murder got me
feelin like my death ain’t far
and the land of stolen cars
don’t get no better
don’t get no weaker or no harder
i was raised in a rush without my moms
and my father
so tell me somethin
if i grab my gat and get the dumpin’
would god get to lookin’ at me funny
rest in peace to my mother aquillah beale
rest in peace to my father salek beale
rest in peace to my grandparents
and thug in peace to my brother seike
you know i love you

which is worst, first storm and then al
pac and then yak
redrey (?) brown
coulda’ sworn i seen ya face in a cloud
family grievin’ on your last breath
close to the heart whether you know it or not
i swear the love won’t stop
jewel, that’s my boo
mom, duke and lou
from jump
you kept it true, helped to feed the crew
the good die young
livin’ fast jumpin’ the gun
mama blamin’ the community for killin’ her son
my cousin darren wasn’t scared of goin’
but never knowin’ he was dyin’ slower
i guess i see ya when i see ya soulja

does anybody have an answer why
it seems the good die young
can anybody tell me why
can anybody tell me why

i know my life ain’t promised
that’s why the wise move in silence
analize these scandalous times
it’s hard dogg but we manage
schools turn to war zones
even homes unsafe
leavin’ children to play caged and raged
they hate, how come
someone explain why the good die young
why the bad die slow and outlive everyone
it’s time somethin’ is done
for our young kids
they growin’ hopeless
that ain’t the way to live
tell me why

days go past and as they pass
time move quicker
no time for wastin’
put your hustle down my young dealers
cause the end is nearer
but at least that’s what they tellin’ me
hell, all i know brothers
ain’t ridin’ 4 3 felonys
it’s time to plan, plot, and strategize
capitolize, mobilize
we in the war y’all
it’s for all y’all
my family to the ones that stand me
little bit mo’ love is what’s recommended
yeah, and it’s plain to see
the seeds from you and me
gon’ be the ones to lead us towards unity
that’s if we treat them right
man, teach them right
raise your kids better than you was
and see what it does
but if you don’t
man, we sho’ to be done
and we’ll all see exactly why the good die young

does anybody have an answer why
it seems the good die young
can anybody tell me why
can anybody tell me why (2x)

[talk]
i send this out for all my homeboys that passed away
and all yo’ homeboys that passed away
i send this out to all the former fallen soldiers
that’s in the cemetaries buried
never got to see they dreams
for everything i touch you touch
for every step i take you take
for every breath i breathe you breathe
every dollar i make you make
i told you we’d make it to the sunshine one day
you just got there a little quicker
but like my homeboys thugs say
i’ll catch ya at the crossroads
the good die young

this song is dedicated to all them
young kids that died innoccent
that died young
at columbine high
rest in peace (oklahoma)
outlawz
lil’ young xzandafer
tasha, all them
all the fallen kids
the dead babies
the closed caskets

2pac’ın "still i rise" albümünde yer alan mükemmel bir şarkısı.

[2pac]
get on yo’ knees nigga
get on yo’ knees and pray

huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest
thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus
i’m makin money moves mandatory
in a discussion my past records tell a story
picture niggaz we rushin and still bustin
til the cops come runnin, duck in abandoned buildings
ditchin my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin villain
i live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legitless
so i laugh til i’m cryin, when the law come get me
no baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds
in a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me
livin carefree, til i’m buried - and if they dare me
i’m bustin on niggaz until they scurry, i’m clearly
a man of military means in my artillery
watchin over me through every murder scene
from adolescence, to my early teens, thought we was gonna die
sellin dope to all the fiends, at times i wanna cry
and still, we try to change the past, in vain
never knowin if this game’ll last, feelin ashamed
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am i sellin my soul?
got tired of small time livin, niggaz tellin me no
i got mine, fuck them other suckers, that’s the mentality
jealous-ass bustaz, make it hell for us

chorus: 2pac (and harmonizing vocals) *repeat 2x*

lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgment day
it ain’t me, i was raised this way
i never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

[e.d.i. amin]
now in these last days and times i takes mines so serious
gotta get that paper quickly and escape the sickness
if i fail, then i suffer, bein broke is hell 4 a hustler
so i stay strugglin and jugglin with all the might i can muster
since a youngster, been money hungry, moved in
one’s five’s and ten’s was funny money
so i sets my sights bigger, four figures or mo’
real nigga fo’ sho’, out in the cold for dough
what you thought? war is war, lost homies in plenty battles
last two years shed plenty tears, and i’ll send plenty at you
let me catch you slippin, you soft niggaz is outta here
in case you forgot, we on the same shit that got us here

[young noble]
yo, to every step i take, every foul i make
every jail i break, every mill’ i ate
head to head, whoever hustle hardest
on the block duckin charges, nigga fuck the sergeant
he got a job, all my bottles got a pinch of coke
listen tho’ i’m missin dough i gotta gather mo’
hell naw, dead blocks with red tops but now a nigga sell words
for all my young thugs in jail in jerz
they made it hell 4 a hustler, i bails high as fuck son
dyin luck none supply us with much guns
i buck one, just to let you know that i can touch ya
slangin cracks or raps, still hell 4 a hustler

chorus
lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgment day
it ain’t me, i was raised this way
i never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

[2pac]
no insanity plea for me, i ride the beef til i burn
censor me and void your kids from the lessons i’ve learned
and in turn i’m hostile guess you could call me anti-social
niggaz shakin like they caught the holy ghost when i approach em
try to politic, before i smoke em, like sun zu
niggaz do unto these snitches, before it’s done to you
and if the cops come arrest me in the evening
best believe they comin for my dogs in the mornin
and if i die by a slug, the death of a true thug
tell me will my niggaz mourn me? gettin blowed out
high, watch me murder the bird, before he testify
strikes, walkin close to my third, i live a trouble life
and if you dream be a part of my team
from long beach to queens, drug dealers to ex-fiends
keep yo’ eyes on the prize, nigga watch for bustaz
either heaven or jail, it’s still hell 4 a hustler

chorus
lord, help me change my ways
show a little mercy on judgment day
it ain’t me, i was raised this way
i never let em play me for a busta, make it hell 4 a hustler

[2pac]
this is how we ride
not knowin if we’ll live or die
catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side
in case of drama, i’m the first to break wild til they all die
this is how we ride
not knowin if we’ll live or die
catch me rollin with my motherfuckin guns on the side
in case of drama, i’m the first to break wild
until they all die, outlaw
yes (change my ways) yes
the black jesuz guide us through this
weary weary weary weary
only god can save us
nuttin but boss players
outlawz and thugs

2pac’ın "still i rise" albümünde yer alan müzik süresi kısa ma gaz parçalarından biri.

[2pac]
oh shit, caught that nigga alone
ain’t that a bitch
hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
for them niggaz that be johnny dangerous when they be fuckin fifty deep
but they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
you know who i’m talkin about
(you know who i’m talkin about) that’s right
you ain’t shit without your homeboys
you ain’t shit without your homeboys
you ain’t shit without your homeboys

now
now everytime i see you cats is rollin in packs
for the life of me i cannot see why you don’t know how to act
love to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
out on the streets you don’t hear a peep
nigga it’s a god damn shame, somebody explain
why they sent a bad boy to play a grown man’s game
tear that ass out the frame, completely get that ass kicked
woke up on the street but you’ll be sleepin in the casket
how long will it last, nigga don’t ask, just be first to blast
outlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
my shit’s classic, like my nigga nate
go get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
money made me evil, court cases got me stressed
niggaz aimin at my head but i still wear my vest
i don’t give a fuck motherfuckers i’m loc
they all duckin when my gun smoke
cause you ain’t shit without your homeboys
you probably run at the sound of funk
i give a fuck, you niggaz is punks
without your homeboys, you be the first to reach in your trunk
you scary niggaz is punks, you ain’t shit without your homeboys
nigga, punk ass motherfucker
you ain’t shit without your homeboys
throw your hands up you little trick, coward motherfucker

[young noble]
like yak said, how the fuck you gonna shoot me rocks
when you got the outlaw ’pac shittin ya box
you was lookin real weak walkin down the street
now a nigga thirty deep, oh you wanna beef
talk cheap, shoot a nigga the fair one
your homies like fuck it, what’s this you the only scared one
(faggot ass) damn son, close call i bet
now down around the way you gets no respect
they like that outlaw nigga played you out
we could have took it to the firfth i would i have laid you out
niggaz be actin all different when they dogs come around
watch em act like bitches when outlawz draw down
they all clown, better yet they all stunned
you the type to have a gun and never blazed it once
get y’all banana split, you ain’t emmanuel
outlawz you’ll never forget
makaveli the don get a call y’all
turnin these streets into vietnam
where your homeboys, homeboy

[2pac]
you ain’t shit without your homeboys
my thug niggaz, i love niggaz
from small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
my homeboys, the only thing a nigga got left
i love my niggaz to death, we ain’t shit without our homeboys
.. you know what time it is
i ain’t shit without my homeboys
hey, tell em the story how you came up nigga

now i was born alone, took my first joint and i got high alone
now i’m an outlaw nigga, i never die alone
me and my niggaz is so close, it’s complicated
one nigga smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded
my nigga edi had a son we all happy
cause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
my niggaz cry, we all cry, and all ride
to rectify the problem, motherfuckers they all die
been tryin to make a million, by hustlin since my adolescense
from crack dealin to rap villian, my new profession
who wanna see me at eight deep, fuck 3d
you coward ass motherfuckers’ll never see me
bustin with automatic straps, my raw raps like good crack
niggaz fiendin, i got em comin back
until i die, they label me as a ridah
forever, my niggaz be together

ain’t shit without your homeboys
thug niggaz i love niggaz
from small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
without your homeboys, the only thing a nigga got left
i love my niggaz to death
we ain’t shit without our homeboys
(without our homeboys)
love my niggaz to death
we ain’t shit without our homeboys
love you niggaz to death

2pac’ın "still i rise" albümünden süper bir parça.

[2pac]
searching for black jesus
oh yeah, sportin jewels and shit, yaknahmean?
(black jesus; you can be christian
baptist, jehovah witness)
straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt
(islamic, won’t matter to me
i’m a thug; thugs, we praise black jesus, all day)
young kadafi in this bitch, set it off nigga..
what?

[kadafi]
i do my shootin’s on a knob, prayin to god for my squad
stuck in a nightmare, hopin he might care
though times is hard, up against all odds, i play my cards
like i’m jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin
got me bailin to stacks more green; gods ain’t tryin to be trapped
on no block slangin no rocks like bean pies
brainstorm on the beginnin
wonder how shit like the qu’ran and the bible was written
what is religion?
gods words all cursed like crack
shai-tan’s way of gettin us back
or just another one of my black jesus traps

[storm]
who’s got the heart to stand beside me?
i feel my enemies creepin up in silence
dark prayer, scream violence - demons all around me
can’t even bend my knees just a lost cloud; black jesus
give me a reason to survive, in this earthly hell
cause i swear, they tryin to break my well
i’m on the edge lookin down at this volatile pit
will it matter if i cease to exist? black jesus

[2pac]
all hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
in times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
black jesus, hahahahaha
he’s like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
black jesus

[young noble]
outlawz we got our own race, culture, religion
rebellin against the system, commence to lynchin
the president ain’t even listenin to the pain of the youth
we make music for eternity, forever the truth
political prisoner, the two choices that they givin us
ride or die, for life they sentence us
oh black jesus, please watch over my brother shawn
soon as the sky get bright, it’s just another storm
brothers gone, now labeled a statistic
ain’t no love for us ghetto kids, they call us nigglets
history repeats itself, nuttin new
in school i knew, e’rything i read wasn’t true
black jesus

[2pac]
to this click i’m dedicated, criminal orientated
an outlaw initiated, blazed and faded
made for terror, major league niggaz pray together
bitches in they grave while my real niggaz play together
we die clutchin glasses, filled with liquor bomblastic
cremated, last wishes nigga smoke my ashes
high sigh why die wishin, hopin for possibilities
i’ll mob on, why they copy me sloppily
cops patrol projects, hatin the people livin in them
i was born an inmate, waitin to escape the prison
went to church but don’t understand it, they underhanded
god gave me these commandments, the world is scandalous
blast til they holy high; baptize they evil minds
wise, no longer blinded, watch me shine trick
which one of y’all wanna feel the degrees?
bitches freeze facin black jesus

[2pac]
all hail, the pressure no endeavor can fail
some missin souls turn to hoes when exposed to jail
in times of war we need somebody raw, rally the troops
like a saint that we can trust to help to carry us through
black jesus

[kastro]
some say, some day, some how, some way, we gon’ fail
and it ain’t hard to tell, we dwell in hell
trapped, black, scarred and barred
searching for truth, where it’s hard to find god
i play the pied piper, and to this thug life, i’m a lifer
proceed, to turn up the speed, just for stripes
my black jesus, walk through this valley with me
where we, so used to hard times and casualties
indeed, it hurt me deep to have to sleep on the streets
and haven’t eaten in weeks, so save a prayer for me
and all the young thugs, raised on drugs and guns
blazed out and numb, slaves to this slums
this ain’t livin... jesus

{*singers repeat in background 3x*}
we believed in you
everything you do
just wanna let you know, how we feel
black jesus!

searchin for black jesus
it’s hard, it’s hard
we need help out here
so we searchins for black jesus
it’s like a saint, that we pray to in the ghetto, to get us through
somebody that understand our pain
you know maybe not too perfect, you know
somebody that hurt like we hurt
somebody that smoke like we smoke
drink like we drink
that understand where we coming from
that’s who we pray to
we need help y’all

2pac’ın "still i rise" albümünden güzel bir şarkı. gaz şarkıdır.

[2pac]
as the world turns..
as the world turns my niggaz grow and grow and grow
and get dough and roll and ride
niggaz die and mommas cry
niggaz got alibis and suicides and homicides
and three strikes and yo’ life and my life and times change
and niggaz fame, as the world turns..

though i walk thru the valley of hell the shadow follows me
wisdom hard to swallow tomorrow expect apologies
you probably panic, stranded in search of a better planet
realism hard to understand, we stand slanted
and still stranded, merciless thieves stole the best of me
i pray to black jesus to please take the rest of me
and still, the best of us build, and reach monetary gains
some of us kill, but still, most of us can change
if we search deeper, god bless the hustler, curse the first sleeper
enemies get beside me, flows go deeper inside
we we ride plots keep all my enemies blinded
time will soon show, a thought can last for years
outshinin them fakes smile plastic tears
like last year, niggaz stuck in the past, and it’s clear
just some busta ass bastards allergic to cash this year
makaveli for the mob, m-o-b
killin bustaz is my motherfuckin job, him or me
lyrically fatally driven, niggaz reported missin
my competition dead or in prison, as the world turns...

chorus: darryl ’big d’ harper, (tupac - in background)

(turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns
my niggaz grow and grow and grow
and gettin dough and dough and dough
from this state to that state
from this cell to that cell, as the world turns)

as the world keeps turnin round and round
it’s gon’ be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin

[young noble]
as the world turn burnin paths, starin through my rearview
it’s a war goin on, and the president is in too
i hear tu-pac sayin, watch em they’ll kill you
sippin thug passion, scrub actin like he feel you
steady plottin, ready or not; outlawz lost
but not forgotten, from gittere to compton
a spitter of the hotness, long timeness
so like six i ain’t never been rich
i need cream, to buy ellene a dream house
she no longer fiend out y’all, outlawww

[napoleon]
another lonely nigga with a 12-gage pump
with a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
road rules i swim in the dirt, i stay in some skirt
i hit where it hurts, i ride or die for my turf
i ride or die for makaveli the legendary war thug nigga
kadafi betta unslug this nigga, seike betta undrug this nigga
out of the buildin we street children with no souls
our hearts gon’ stay cold, the war gon’ stay on
we serve em, like pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec
hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to
napoleon the front line soldier, front times over
rider for the mightly dollar rather drunk or sober
nigga talkin thug walkin all through yo’ squad
y’all niggaz scared by a dog, i got my fo’-fo’ for y’all
it’s like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don’t play homie
better be prepared than try to dunk away from these strays homie
worlds turn, thangs burn, all in one shot
rest in peace to the fallen soldiers, all that we got
as the world turns..

chorus: darryl ’big d’ harper, (tupac - in background)

(and my niggaz roll and ride, hahaha
niggaz gettin swoll out
and it don’t stop and it don’t quit
that real shit! as the world turns..
niggaz die for
how many you niggaz try for this? as the world turns
murderin methods.. haha outlaw!)

as the world keeps turnin round and round
it’s gon’ be goin round as the world turns.. and steady turnin
as the world keeps turnin round and round
it’s gon’ be goin round as the world turns..

[e.d.i. amin]
only haters caught feelings, when my homie caught millions
and acquired the desired status of boss livin
we cross driven, cornered into a life that’s hellish
payin our dues with bloodshed, ain’t shit y’all could tell us
fellas - mount up, it’s time for battle, it’s on now
two worlds collidin armies ridin soldiers, gone wild
sometimes i think my glory days was back in my youth
i sought too for family, but i got it lost in these ounces
now as the world turns court adjourns, i’m sentenced to burn
the cost of my sins too much, nuttin left to earn

[kadafi]
october 9th 1977 first day out my baby carriage
married my mack-11 hit the block playin
only five years up in this bitch, poppa runnin from the feds
puttin peanut butter on the walls to hide his prints
me on my own, not yet grown but only man of the home
to protect my zone in these streets i roam
dough on d-low, downin straight shots of cristal brothers
hundred dollar snot box on cee-lo, fuck eighth
i need a kilo, got a plot, move my block down state
got the drop on the spot, movin pounds of weight
fuck my fate and lots of loot to burn, a hustler’s yearn
for this dirty money earned as this crooked world turns

chorus: darryl ’big d’ harper (repeats as tupac speaks)

[2pac]
hahaha.. as the world turns..
and turns and turns and turns.. haha
this for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle
hopin to bubble, keep on hustlin, as the world turns
money come and go, hoes come and go, foes come and go
friends come and go.. my soldiers, stay eternal
outlaw immortalz, dedicated
i send this to black jesus, only he can feed us
when you need us, as the world turns
throw this shit in the deck, hahah
niggaz gettin chin checked
from the east to the west best to wear a vest
nigga we ain’t the ones to test, fuck you
as the world turns
outlaw ridahs, mutah right beside us
camillion, wanna make a million
haha legit, as the world turns.. haha..
burn baby burn

[napoleon]
a lot of niggaz get burned as the world turns
a lot of niggaz gettin burned as the world turns..
gettin burned as the world turns

2pac’ın "still i rise" albümünden süper bir parça.

{2pac}
i feel you {uhh} .. (baby don’t)
but you can’t, you can’t give up
{hey.. 2pac what?}

{2pac + h.e.a.t.}
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up {outlawz}
even when the road is hard, never give up
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {keep ya head up}

{2pac}
now here’s a story bout a woman with dreams
so picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
i could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
"what would you do if it was you?"
couldn’t answer such a horrible pain to live through
i tried to trade places in the tragedy
i couldn’t picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
for just a moment i was trapped in the pain, lord come and take me
four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
even though it wasn’t me, i could feel the grief
thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
no! you got to find a way to survive
cause they win when your soul dies

{2pac + h.e.a.t.}
baby please don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up
baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up {never give up}
even when the road is hard, never give up
baby don’t cry

{edi amin}
uhh
forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain’t gon’ never change
i ain’t no hater but that nigga lost in the game
after the bright lights and big thangs
he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle
everyday, his mind on gettin mo’ (gettin mo’)
and never your feelings, he’s chasin millions fo’ sho’
uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
another wild-ass nigga that’s gon’ drive you crazy
you got too much, mo’, livin to do - i’m spittin this to you,
cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that’s right)
beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
a new millennium dime piece, so fine she
got em all stuck standin still when she come through
baby take a little mo’ time, love’ll find you
and show us the sky’s blue somebody other than me
gon’ give you everything you need, feel me?
{don’t cry-ahhhhh..}

{2pac + h.e.a.t.}
baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up {never give up}
even when the road is hard, never give up {no no.. ohhhh}
baby don’t cry

{young noble}
i’m tryin to do all that i can, from jump
now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (damn)
i knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
we was kids, now she got three kids
they see their father e’ryday, and they don’t know who he is
seen him last night, homey roll a e-class
mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
i bring her, pampers and food, just to stop through
but those, ain’t my seeds, nuttin really i could do (nah)
i feel pity for you, you ain’t even his wife
seventeen with three kids, locked down for life
shoulda chose me, she bout to o.d. from the pressure
hell nah i won’t let her {baby don’t cry}

{2pac + h.e.a.t.}
baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {you’ll be alright}
baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don’t cry}
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up {no..}
even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}
baby don’t cry, i gotta keep your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up
baby don’t cry, you got to keep your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up {keep your head up}
{keep your head up, never give up}
even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don’t cry

{young noble}
uhh, uhh, yeah, don’t give up {you’ll be alright}
don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry

{2pac + h.e.a.t.}
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up
baby don’t cry, i hope you got your head up
even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don’t cry

{edi amin}
for all the ladies {soulshock, karlin}
baby don’t cry
got to keep your head up {keep your head up}
makaveli the don {head up} aight?

2pac’ın "still i rise" albümünde yer alan süper bir parçası.

you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz
you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[e.d.i. amin]
war time
war time, it’s either yourz or mine
outlawz be on a grind, and a mission to shine
and ride on em’, leave em’ stuck and fucked from the gate
set it straight, regulate wit’ a bomb i’m about to detonate (boom!)
hesitate, aww, now you know what
ya’ll niggaz were here to go
if you know it was good for ya
buncha toy souljahs all dressed in fatigue
but i’m edi amin on a mission to make em bleed
nigga what?, nigga who?
it was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do?
barbecue and boo-hoo
ride or die, get money all at the same time
split the pie with the homie, ball at the same time
any nigga splippin’, fall at the same time
we all laced in the chain, tryin’ to gain, do time
we all see the sunshine
but when you could do yourz, we’ll bring these muthafuckas war

chorus (e.d.i. amin):

you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[2pac]
as i approach the scene, from smokin’ green
got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes
i make em’ die froze
watch me make em’ bleed, make em’ g’s
lord help me wit’it
got me paintin’ pictures of a mil-ticket
help me get’it
see me and pray for options
and this pressures, nonstop
niggaz get the pistol poppin’
and watch they body drop
i’m a lethal threat, watch me hit your set
flash on, blast on them bitch-made niggaz wit’ my mask on
do it for profit, plus i’m, lookin’ for punks to bust on
if you ain’t screamin’ westside, you can get the fuck on
i’m seein’ demons hittin’ weed
got me hearin’ screamin’
scared to go to sleep, watch the scene like a dope-fiend
probably be punished for it, though you can’t ignore it
i live the life of a thug nigga, and die for it
niggaz pass the cush and watch me bring em’ to the floor
i got some shit that they ain’t ready for (what you got?)
i got the secretz of war

chorus (e.d.i. amin):

you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz
you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz

[yaki kadafi]
we do this thug life shit, like 4, 5, 6, dick em’
down wit’ no rounds left up in the pound when the sounds (here we go)
squeeze the lead off, i blow his mutha fuckin’ head off
signal all the other outlawz to get this shit set off
yaki kadafi, it ain’t a cop here to stop me
these streetz is black hockey and raw we get sloppy
put a pamper on your silly ass prestyle grammar
locked in the slammer, while i’m layed cocked back like a hammer
ya’ll newly weds that in honey moons, times bout up
ya’ll, that means i leave no trace found with you face, bounce, stuck
your pig scanners can’t come close touch or even hit me
doin’ my dirt, puttin’ in work, you see shit, what you gonna do?

chorus (e.d.i. amin):

you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz
you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz
yo, we go to war

[young noble]
we check the murder rate percentage
niggaz is finished
get blood checks from clinics
this thug shit is in us
flowin’ through my system, you a victim
blunts, i twist em’, fuck the whole world
it’s us against them
you got some teeth?, pull it out
cock the hammer if you wit’ it, don’t make
no difference if, wit’ 20 by the life sentence
we already doin’ life on the streetz
like ali g, niggaz be heated, when they walkin’ the beat
this shit is flaky, makin’ backs shaky, niggaz hate me
scared to face me, knowin’ that the outlawz blaze me
pull me up on game, put me up on a hustle
once i suck my money muscle, all the g’s got devils
movin’ shit like a dollar, beatin’ niggaz like rodney
turn a killa like kadafi, and a nuke stream to stop me

chorus (e.d.i. amin):

you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz
you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz
you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz
you either ride wit’ us, or collide wit’ us
it’s as simple as that for me and my niggaz
we go to war

[2pac]
bring it on
and all you lil’ young ass souljahs
you play this shit back about fifteen times
you’ll have enough game to roll up in a club or somethin
teach these bitches a lil’ somethin’, you know what i mean?
secretz of muthafuckin’ war....

2pac’ın, ölümünden 3 sene sonra yayınlanan ve outlaws ile beraber yaptıkları güzel bir albümü. şarkı listesi aşağıdaki gibidir.

1- letter to the president
2- still i rise
3- secretz of war
4- baby don t cry
5- as the world turns
6- black jesuz
7- homeboyz
8- hell 4 a hustler
9- high speed
10- the good die young
11- killuminati
12- teardrops and close caskets
13- tattoo tears
14- u can be touched
15- y all don t know us

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünün kapanış şarkısı. güzel şarkıdır.

pssst... psssssst... aiyyo
are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
tell me, which one?

they wanna bury me, i’m worried i’m losin my mind
look down the barrel of my nine and my vision’s blurry
fallin to pieces, am i guilty? i pray to the lord
but he ignores me unfortunately cause i’m guilty
show me a miracle, i’m hopeless i’m chokin off
marijuana smoke, with every toke it’s like i’m losin focus
fallin to sleep while i’m at service, when will i die?
forever paranoid and nervous because i’m high
don’t mention funerals i’m stressin, and goin nutty
and reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy
i wonder when will i be happy, ain’t nothin funny
flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money
where am i goin i discovered, can’t nothin save me
my next door neighbor’s havin convo with undercovers
put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it
happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn’ta did it
everybody’s dyin am i next, who can i trust?
will they be g’s, and they look at me before they bust?
or will they kill me while i’m sleepin, two to the head
while i’m in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
is there a heaven for a baller? i’m gettin suspicious
of this bitch the line busy everytime i call her
now she’s tellin me to visit, who else is home?
i check the house before i bone, so we all alone
after i nut i hit the highway, see ya later
to all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her
the bitch is tellin all her homies that i can fuck her
like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me
i’m under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me
i drink a fifth of hennesey i don’t think it’s healthy
i see my enemies they creepin, don’t make me blast
i watch the five-oh’s roll, the motherfuckers pass
by me like they know me, smilin as they laugh
i put up my middle finger then i dash
niggaz don’t like me cause i’m thuggin, and every day
i’m a hustler lookin to get paid

they wanna bury me, i’m worried no need to lie
i pray to god i don’t scream when it’s time to fry
nowhere to rest i’m losin homies, ain’t that a bitch
when i was rich i had clout, now a nigga’s lonely
i put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
i see visions of me dead, lord are you there?
then tell me am i lost cause i’m lonely
i thought i had friends but in the end a nigga dies lonely
nowhere to run i’m in terror, and no one cares
a closed casket at my funeral and no one’s there
is there a future for a killer? i change my ways
but still that don’t promise me the next day
so i stay thuggin with a passion, forever blastin
i’m bustin on these motherfuckers in my madness
they wonder if i’m hellbound... well hell
can’t be worse than this, cause i’m in hell now
don’t make me hurt you i don’t want to, but i will
see motherfuckers killed over green bills
never will i die, i’ll be back
reincarnated as a motherfuckin mack
i love it cause in heaven there’s no shortage on g’s
i’m tellin you now, you motherfuckers don’t know me

"only fear of death.." "you ghetto niggaz"
"only fear of death is comin back reincarnated"
(repeats continously w/ variations)

hahaha, i ain’t scared to die
i ain’t scared to die
to my homies in heaven

i ain’t scared to die
do you wanna live forever?
are you scared, to die?
or will you scream, when you fry?

i don’t fear death
my only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated
this is dedicated to mental, r.i.p.
and big kill, r.i.p.
and all you other o.g.’s, who go down
i don’t fear death

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünden güzel bir şarkı.

against all odds, i’m still here nigga
aiyyy, i got to get my props for 2pacalypse
o.p.d. what??!
when this album come out, niggaz can kiss my ass
did you think i’d fall?
you think you could stop a motherfucker like me?
introducing you to my criminal crew
treach, a.d., apache, essential
you got to deal with me on a whole new level motherfucker
above the law, lench mob, the underground
cause i’m gettin paid
gets around and we down in this bitch
and the more you try to keep niggaz away from me
the more i unite with mo’ niggaz and mo’ niggaz and mo’ niggaz
extra special thanks to my nigga big john major
and it’s a ghetto in every city and a nigga in every ghetto
i owe him, thanks to my man mike cooley and the rest of out fathers
motherfucker we are unstoppable
and uhh, i’m not goin alive!

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan süper bir parçası. benim favori parçalarımdan biridir bu albümde.

death row
that’s where motherfuckers is endin up

dear mama, i’m caught up in this sickness
i rob my adversaries, but slick done left a witness
wonder if they’ll catch me, or will this nigga snitch
should i shoot his bitch, or make the nigga rich?
don’t wanna commit murder, but damn they got me trapped
hawkin while i’m walkin, and talkin behind my back
i’m kind of schizophrenic, i’m in this shit to win it
cause life’s a wheel of, fortune here’s my chance to spin it
got no time for cops, who trip and try to catch me
too fuckin trigger happy, to let them suckers snatch me
niggaz gettin jealous (jealous) tryin to find my stash
whip out the nine, now i’ma dive and pump your ass
peter picked a pepper, but i can pick a punk
snatched him like a bitch, and threw him in the trunk
the punk thought i was bluffin, but swear i’m nothin nice
before i take your life, first wrestle with these, mics
i listen to him scream, tray deee went insane
i guess the little, mites had finally found his brain
new rovers pull me over, i’m sentenced to the pen
remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend
it’s trouble on my mind, i’m with the old timers
and fuck five-oh, blaow blaow.. turn em into forty-niners

[tupac sings]
bye bye, i was never meant to live
can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
bye bye, i was never meant to be
livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
bye bye, and i got no place to go...
where they find me? 16 on death row

dear mama, these cops don’t understand me
i turned to a life of crime, cause i came from a broken family
my uncle used to touch me, i never told you that
scared what you might do, i couldn’t hold you back
i kept it deep inside, i done let it fuel my anger
i’m down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger
the brother in my set, is 16 is wet
it’s hard to adapt, when you’re black and you’re trapped in a livin hell
i shouldn’ta let him catch me
instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happy
and my cellmate’s raped on the norm
and passed around the dorm, you can hear his asshole gettin torn
they made me an animal
can’t sleep, instead of countin sheep, niggaz countin cannibals
and that’s how it is in the pen
turn old and cold, and your soul is your best friend
my mama prayed for me
tell the lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?)
cause when they come for me they find a struggler
to the death i take the breath from your jugular
the trick is to never lose hope
i found my buddy hangin dead from a rope, 16 on death row

[tupac sings]
bye bye, i was never meant to live
can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where you live
bye bye, i was never meant to be
livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
bye bye, and i got no place to go...
where you find me? 16 on death row

dear mama, they sentenced me to death
today’s my final day, i’m countin every breath
i’m bitter cause i’m dyin, so much i haven’t seen
i know you never dreamed, your baby would be dead at 16
i got beef with a sick society that doesn’t give a shit
and they too quick to say goodbye to me
they tell me the preacher’s there for me
he’s a crook with a book, that motherfucker never cared for me
he’s only here to be sure
i don’t drop a dime to god bout the crimes he’s commitin
on the poor, and how can these people judge me?
they ain’t my peers and in all these years, they ain’t never love me
i never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan
to keep a nigga in the state pen
and to my homies out buryin motherfuckers
steer clear of these aryan motherfuckers
cause once they got you locked up
they got you trapped, you’re better off gettin shot
i’m convinced self-defense is the way
please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day
i wish i woulda known while i was out there
now i’m straight headin for the chair

[tupac sings]
bye bye, i was never meant to live
can’t be positive, when the ghetto’s where we live
bye bye, i was never meant to be
livin like a thief, runnin through the streets
bye bye, and i got no place to go...
where you find me? 16 on death row

16 on death row
it’s to all my partners in the penitentiaries
16 on death row

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünden süper bir parça.

straight outta oakland, california where we spark it on ya
give a shout out to my partners in the darkest corners
i remember drinkin hennesey, smokin weed
fantasize about the things we’d grow to be
had a partner named snoop, loved to clown a stank
smoke a pound a day, commenced to down a drank
shooting craps in the alley til they chased us off
pour a little for my homies but don’t waste it all
oooohweee, who popped that coochie best?
on my tattooed chest is where the hoochies rest
having house parties in a crowded spot
and you can tell it’s hot, they talk loud a lot
everybody wanna dance when the slow jam come
lookin dumb, cause you waitin for your chance to hump
straight grindin, everybody havin fun
and it’s cool til a fool pull a loaded gun
cause another dude kicked his bacardi over
he had to act a fool now the party’s over
gun shots rang like it’s thunder
and everybody bum rushing and i’m rushing to get a number
says she got a man but she’s lying
why? i seen her talking to this other guy and..
he’s a dealer so you know she gonna sweat him
i ain’t trippin i just hope he get em, i got nuttin but love

*chorus*
[singers] ain’t got nuttin but love for ya
[2pac] i’m down for yours, nuttin but love
(repeat 4x)

i love to go back, to the block i got my game from
cause uh, old man still drinkin, his breath still stinkin
he’d love to tell ya what he’s thinkin
but i can’t diss him he’s my elder
he been livin here longer what that tell ya?
and little girls playin double dutch
still blush, cause she don’t get in trouble much
it’s uhh, ponytails and barrettes
i gotta make it back home, before the sun decides to set
and little boys playin stick ball, quick y’all
get out the street before they hit y’all
and as i reminisce, i think about my ghetto bliss
and wonder how we came to this
i help an old lady across the street, the cost is free
i can’t take what she offers me
and this is how the world could be
this is how the world should be
feels good to be back on the streets
cause i know they got love for me, nuttin but love

*chorus*

when i was young i used to want to be a dealer see
cause the gold and cars they appealed to me
i saw our brothers getting rich slangin crack to folks
and the square’s getting big for these sack of dope
started thinking bout a plan to get paid myself
so i made myself, raised myself
til the dealer on the block told me, "that ain’t cool
you ain’t meant to slang crack, you a rapper fool"
i got my game about women from a prostitute
and way back used to rap on the block for loot
i tryed to make my way legit, haha
but it was hard, cause rhymes don’t pay the rent
and uhh, it was funny how i copped out
i couldn’t make it in school, so finally i dropped out
my family on welfare
i’m steady thinking, since don’t nobody else care
i’m out here on my own
at least in jail i have a meal and i wouldn’t be alone
i’m feelin like a waste, tears rollin down my face
cause my life is filled with hate
until i looked around me
i saw nothing but family, straight up down for me
panthers, pimps, pushers and thugs
hey yo, that’s my family tree, i got nuttin but love

*chorus repeats for a while w/o 2pac*
oaktown [singers] ain’t got nuttin but love for ya
ain’t got nuttin but love for ya (repeats to fade)

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan bir şarkısı.

2pac

young thugs in this motherfucker
don’t break up the fight, let ’em rumble
don’t make enemies with me
i try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
don’t make enemies with me

some say my criminal experience is legendary
i do what’s necessary
niggas wanna see me burried
worried, if you coming hurried
i ain’t going down, fuck the world i’m a thug
tell ’em can’t nothing stop me but a slug
i went from drug dealing to a shot caller
from off the block, no longer rock
and putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller
bitch nigga i’m prepared to die, before i fry
i hit the weed so i be forever high
my eyes has seen so much in misery, so before i flee
i open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed
bitches don’t wanna see me leave, forever thugging
tell ’em bury me a g on everything i love
and fuck the law ’cause the raw niggas ain’t free
this picture’s clear but we can’t see, hahaha
this game is jealousy, don’t let ’em change
that’s what they keep on telling me, motherfuck the fame
i can’t sleep ’cause i keep hearing peeps
???? wrapped in my sheets

don’t make enemies with me
i try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
don’t make enemies with me
rather fuck with these other other little gs
don’t make enemies with me, nigga
i try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
don’t make enemies with me
fuck with these other other little gs
don’t make enemies with me

mutah with k-dogg in ()
-
the game is getting deeper with this i couldn’t stop, i’m reminising
and having flashbacks when them niggas came up missing
(wish in my heart, these niggas they ain’t have to start
now therefore they gotta see in dark
played the part with heart when we spark they part
running silly through the court) they don’t really wanna start
(how you wanna do?) yo k, anyway
these motherfuckers wanna play we can do it all day
so i stay (sipping on my aray to keep my head fine
and i’m where? everywhere from here to bedtime)
and i squeeze when i say i’m coming
straight gunning on enemies if it’s really me that they wanting
(cause it ain’t nothing, y’all niggas is fronting
do you really want it? niggas dying...)

2pac

don’t make enemies with me
i try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
don’t make enemies with me
you’d rather fuck with these other other little gs
don’t make enemies with me
i try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
don’t make enemies with me
you’d rather fuck with these other other little gs
don’t make enemies with me

big mal with yak in ()

now, we’re in ’94, niggas get bust through the do’
?cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (and rarely fold)
galitter tell ’em bout that trife shit (you wanna fight?
i wanna light shit, you lose your life bitch)
a nigga struggle too hard for what i got
hustle (and doubled every fucking yard that i cop and stop
hell nah! i coulnd’t see it
facing a century in the penatentury but so be it)
and jesus couldn’t help me out the state
(prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate
but wait) no time for stalling (but death is calling)
you wanna stomp on it somebody’s gotta start falling
(true, what i do from sun up) is for a come up
(wake up with my gun up) cause when i sneak that’s when they run up
(so it’s time to spray like ray
and put the freeze on these fake gs) you know how we do

2pac

don’t make enemies with me
i try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
don’t make enemies with me
you’d rather fuck with these other other little gs
don’t make enemies with me, nigga
i try to tell these motherfuckers they ain’t see
don’t make enemies with me
you’d rather fuck with these other other little gs
don’t make enemies with me

what nigga? young motherfucking thugs, let’s out do it
don’t make enemies with me nigga
y’all better fuck with these other niggas
and i don’t see it
don’t make enemies with me
motherfuckers is fatal nigga
i swear by the gods
don’t make enemies with me nigga
niggas gonna see they caskets fucking with these bastards
don’t make enemies with me
it’s for all these motherfuckers that’s swearing to god
that they be doing something
don’t make enemies with me
that they touching something
that they being something
y’all niggas ain’t shit
that’s on my mama bring the drama, nigga
young thugs, fuck the drugs
these niggas making records, y’all niggas best to check it
cause y’all gonna get yo asshole tore
they tearing patches out you niggas ass
all y’all niggas, i don’t give a fuck who you running with
this is thug life nigga, the new generation motherfucker
young thugs we chin checking all you junior high school motherfuckers
y’all better feel this shit, don’t make enemies with these niggas
you better be friendly motherfucker, i swear to god
we running through, smile from handshake

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümnünde yer alan süper bir şarkısı.

turn it up loud
hahaha, ahahaha, hey man
you a little sucker for love, right?
word up, hahahahaha

i shoulda seen
you was trouble right from the starrrrt, taught me so many lessons
how not to mess with broken hearts, so many questions
when this began we was the perfect match, perhaps
we had some problems but we workin at it, and now
the arguments are gettin loud, i wanna say
but i can’t help from walkin out just a little way
just take my hand and understand, if you could see
i never planned to be a man it just wasn’t me
but now i’m searchin for commitment, in other arms
i wanna shelter you from harm, don’t be alarmed
your attitude was the cause, you got me stressin
soon as i open up the door with your jealous questions
like where can i be you’re killin me with your jealousy
now my ambition’s to be free
i can’t breathe, cause soon as i leave, it’s like a trap
i hear you callin me to come back, i’m a sucka for love
that’s right, sucka for love

[chorus: eric williams]

what you won’t do, do for love
you tried everything, but you don’t give up
[repeat 2x]

just when i thought i broke away and i’m fellin happy
you try to trap me say you pregnant and guess who the daddy
don’t wanna fall for it, but in this case what could i do? so now i’m back
to makin promises to you, tryin to keep it true
what if i’m wrong, a trick to keep me on and on
tryin to be strong and in the process, keep you goin
i’m bout to lose my composure, i’m gettin close
to packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost
tell me who knows, a peaceful place where i can go
to clear my head i’m feelin low, losin control
my heart is sayin leave, oh what a tangle web we weave
when we conspire to conceive, and now
you gettin calls at the house, guess you cheatin
that’s all i need to hear cause i’m leavin, i’m out the do’
never no more will you see me, this is the end
cause now i know you’ve been cheatin, i’m a sucka for love
damn, sucka for love... sucka for love
sucka for love

[chorus]

now he left you with scars, tears on your pillow and you still stay
as you sit and pray, hoping the beatings’ll go away
it wasn’t always a hit and run relationship
it use to be love, happieness and companionship
remember when i treated you good
i moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
me and you a happy home, when it was on
i had a love to call my own
i shoulda seen you was trouble but i was lost, trapped in your eyes
preoccupied with gettin tossed, no need to lie
you had a man and i knew it, you told me
don’t worry bout it we can do it now i’m under pressure
make a decision cause i’m waitin, when i’m alone
i’m on the phone havin secret conversations, huh
i wanna take your misery, replace it with happiness
but i need your faith in me, i’m a sucka for love
sucka for love, know you ain’t right g but yet i’ma sucka for love

[chorus]

i’ma sucka for love, sucka for love
sucka for love

[chorus]

[chorus]

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan dehşet sözlere sahip şarkısı.

[little nigga]

tell me about these fake ass bitches

[2pac]
look here little nigga
most of these niggaz be bitches too
but you’ll never hear that side of the story
so uhh, we finna do this shit like this

it’s like i tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
they love to g a nigga young dumb and gettin riches
what the fuck you think a trick is nigga
nigga done stick and wet his dick
and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- bitch!
i’m here to school you to the rules of the game, it’ll cost ya
think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her
it’s like a motherfuckin priveledge
so don’t give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
when she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
and if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up
and let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
and call me when you’re ready to bone, and it’s on
a motherfucking mack tonight
stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
you fuckin punks, i hate you snitches
went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches

(god, damn! you can’t just hit them niggaz with that game
and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
but we gonna kick this shit like this here)

chorus: 2pac

i can’t stand fake ass bitches
lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
(repeat 2x)

time to show these bustas who’s boss
run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
the game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
broke hoes runnin round yellin "gimme!"
i can’t stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
shit all i wanted her to do is suck my dick
so how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager
busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later
fly how i fade her, played her like a game of sega
fuckin with the player that done made her, huh
and i ain’t sleepin caught you creepin for my money
got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)
so get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
so where the motherfuckin hoes at?
punk niggaz can’t fade the mack, livin fat
gettin paid to rap, it’s like that, you motherfuckin bitches

yeah, yeah that’s my motto
she educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz
so y’all take that shit back to y’all camp and uhh
you sleep on that there, it’s like

chorus 2x

oh you too nigga, don’t think we ain’t talkin bout your punk ass
you old fake ass nigga
standin there wearin all them pendletons and khakis and all that
you soft as a motherfuckin grape
ain’t this a motherfuckin bitch
i can see right through your flower ass
some of these niggaz is bitches too, man i tell ya
it’s gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in ninety-fo’
but we gonna do this shit
y’all take this shit and you play this shit for every single
fake ass bitch out there
and there’s plenty of em
you probably got one sittin next to you right now
bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to
fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan parçalarından biri. süper şarkıdır.

hold on... *lighter flicks up*
yeah it’s gonna be alright, don’t trip baby *inhales*
it’ll get better... *coughing*

ay do this thug style main, thug style
when this whole beat drop we just gon’ run it to em bet
it’s all good, uhh

i never had much, ran with a bad bunch
little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
and all through junior high, we was just gettin by
and drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
i never did cry, and even though i had
pain in my heart, i was hopeless from the start
they couldn’t tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me
the marijuana had my mind gone it wasn’t healthy
i travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year
i felt the pain and the rain but i’m still here
never did like the police, let the whole world know
now i gets no peace, cause they chasin me down
and facin me now, what do i do?
these thangs that a thug goes through
and still i rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong
it’s a struggle every day but you gotta hold on

chorus: repeat 4x

hold on, be strong, hold on
be strong, hold on
when it’s on it’s on

there’s, never a good day, cause in my hood they
let they ak’s pump strays where the kids play
and every halloween, check out the murder scene
can’t help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
my homies dyin ’fore they get to see they birthdays
these is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
and even god turned his back on the ghetto youth
i know that ain’t the truth, sometimes i look for proof
i wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
does it matter if you blood or you cuz
remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects
small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
i’m dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother
i’m tryin to tell you when it’s on
you gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all hold on

chorus

interlude:

hold on, be strong
i know them ain’t tears comin down your face
when it’s on it’s on but
wipe your eyes
hold on, be strong
in this world
when it’s on it’s on but
only the strong survive y’know
hold on, be strong
hmm, i know it’s hard out there
when it’s on it’s on but
welfare
hold on, be strong
aids, earthquakes
cause when it’s on it’s on but
muggings, carjackings
hold on, and be strong
yeah we got problems
cause when it’s on it’s on but
but believe me when i tell you
hold on, and be strong
things always get better
cause when it’s on it’s on but
god don’t like ugly
hold on, and be strong
and god don’t like no quitters
cause when it’s on it’s on but
you know what billie holiday said bay-bee
hold on, and be strong
god bless the child that can hold his own
cause when it’s on it’s on but
y’know?
hold on, and be strong
you got to stand strong
cause when it’s on it’s on but
and when these bustas try to knock you out your place
hold on, and be strong
you stand there to they face
cause when it’s on it’s on but
tell em hold on, and be strong
hold on, and be strong
the game don’t stop
cause when it’s on it’s on but
hmmm
hold on, and be strong
this here is black main
cause when it’s on it’s on but
if you don’t never leave nothin, learn one thing
hold on, and be strong
it don’t stop, til the casket drop
hold on
thug, for life... feel me?
all my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
when things get bad, especially come the first and the fifteenth
stay strong, and stay ballin, hold on
i’ll catch y’all at the next life, we in traffic

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan parçalarından biri.

intro:

m.a. parks, c57797, you have a visitor
right there, stall three

hi baby.
whassup honey?
hey you know it’s just only one more week until family visit.
yeah i’ma rock them drawers.
a-heh.
yeah but you know did you take care of that bidness i asked you to do?
i made those deposits.
okay that’s cool you bring that shit?
yeah i got it.
awright see that guard over there?
mmm-hmm.
when you get done just hand him the shit, he know whassup.
awright. hey you know e just got cracked, he’s in jail now.
what?
yeah, go-go’s out. i just saw him runnin around the other day.
ahh, fuck that fool. but anyway, what’s happenin with my moms?
she gave me a message for you:
she said she’s sorry she couldn’t be here today, but she’ll be here next week.
awright well check this out, i got somethin real important
i want you to tell her
[guard] c’mon c’mon this shit’s over with.
*commotion breaks out*
[girl] i’m not done talking to him!
[guard] c’mon boy, back to your cell.
shut that shit up bitch! he’s outta here, c’mon.
[guy] don’t be callin my woman no bitch! i’ll fuck you up!
[guard] yeah yeah fool, what? yeah yeah that’s what they all say fool.
you institutionalized, and this is your home...

guess who’s back, and ready to knock off a cop or two
cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
the penetentiary don’t stop a nigga cause he’s in jail
hell i’m makin more money on the street from here in a cell
i’m livin proper, the coppers is havin fits
i just made the profit, you punks ain’t stoppin shit
i still remember my momma told me
find the cop who killed your brother
send him to hell lookin homely
cause a real nigga love the law
what’s raw is a nigga that’s above the law
keep pressin your luck and get fucked, huh
think a nigga don’t know whassup cause he’s locked up
but in the meantime, it’s get swoll get clean time
concentrate on gettin green time
and as the years go by, they forgot
about the small time soldier from the block, huh
to kill the crook they threw the book at me
don’t worry be nappy, don’t even look happy
put me in the hole, gave me cold cuts
did push-ups until i swoll up
and then they offer me a furlough
but what they don’t know as soon as i get free i’m killin five mo’
they asked me if i changed much
i told em ’yeah’ even though i’m still the same nut
they started askin my questions about my brother
and makin remarks about my mother, hmm
wait a minute, hold up
makin jokes about my folks’ll get yours blown up
they sent me back to the hole for what i told em
i guess he didn’t believe me, so i showed him
he went home to find a tragedy
nigga, that’s what you get for tryin to badger me
and anybody else that wanna sweat me
i’m already in jail so you punks can’t get me
you better pray they never see me
cause if they let me free, prepare for trouble on the streets.
when i get free

chorus: when i get free (3x)

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan gaz parçalarından biri.

(rule number one... niggaz die, daily, hahahaha)
hear me! boo-yaow!
(ready for whatever, hell yeah
what type nigga be a thug life nigga?
them thug life niggaz be the craziest run up nigga!)

[2pac]
there’s no way to survive in the city it’s a shame
niggaz die from my hollow-point bullet to the brain
will i survive or will i die is what i wonder
puffin on blunts and gettin drunk to keep from goin under
gettin lost in the madness, blunted gettin tipsy
got my pistol out the window screamin, "lord come and get me"
am i sick, or am i just another victim?
unloadin my clip, i’m watchin every bullet spit when i kick em
niggaz die from automatic gunfire
your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die
when they bury me, they bury me a g
rest in peace, to all the homies got to heaven before me
pour some liquor on the curb for the niggaz that’s caught
had a motherfuckin ward but he didn’t go to court
god damn, and one day we’ll all be together
until then i’m ready for whatever, c’mon

(yeah, niggaz movin somethin in the nine-trey
it’s all about makin money, gettin yours
and knockin coppers off the motherfuckin planet
word to the motherfuckin nine nigga
we gonna make this motherfucker ours
if they don’t feel me, they gon kill me
so syke, get skanless nigga)

[big syke]
am i going to hell or will i reach heav-en? (hell naw)
after all this shit i did with my mac-11
did i sell my soul? mama woulda saved me
that’s the way that daddy raised me
oh god, help me i’m losin it
so fuck it! take me i’m doin it!
i need to change and look for a better way
i got a hundred round clip to my ak
commitin sins i might die in vain
so fuck it! we’ll live off the street fame!
god didn’t send me in the right direction
i’m gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
i know you’re out there help a young brother (hear me)
til then i’ma smoke motherfuckers
things wouldn’t be so bad
if we got the things that we never had, i’m ready for whatever

(hahahahaha, that’s my motherfuckin nigga there
big ballin-ass syke
yeah nigga, you schooled them young bustas
on how it is to be a real motherfuckin g
in the nine-trey motherfuckers is dyin daily so you best be packin
if you ain’t, boo-yaow motherfucker!)

[2pac]
dear mama i know you worry cause i’m hardly at home
every other night in jail, got you patient by the phone
wanna shake it cause i can’t take it got me livin in hell
like i’m walkin with a secret that’ll kill me if i tell
i live the thug life and can’t nobody, change me
not to the brain, going insane, just a part of the game
so much caine in the fast lane, finally a dry eye
when i die, bury me with my fo’-five
and let the devil feel the wrath of a nigga
goin to hell with my finger on the trigger
now everybody’s starin
got a nigga losin hair and they wonder if i’m all there
well don’t blame me, blame the flame that flickers
when niggaz gettin richer (mo’ money)
now tell me if you wanna live forever
niggaz dyin so be ready for whatever

(yeah, ready for whatever
ready for whatever
thug life niggaz and we be ready for whatever
let me go like this, ready for whatever
huh, big syke he be ready for whatever
my nigga kato, ready for whatever
pain, he’s ready for whatever
and my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever
my nigga banks just be ready for whatever
modu, he’s ready for whatever
big serg, we ready for whatever
charlie tango, ready for whatever
my nigga pac, be ready for whatever
yeah, ready for whatever
ready for whatever
my big-ballin ass nigga boom, ready for whatever fo’ sho’
yeah, you know!
this how the player’s do it
i know you standin there confused
you wonderin what type of nigga is a thug life nigga?
yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga
about gettin riches, bitches, and plenty loc
ya hear me?)

ready for whatever

2pac’ın "r u still down" albümünde yer alan manyak parçalarından biri.

"nobody’s, closing me out of my business" (repeat 2x)
[2pac] my definition of a thug nigga
"nobody’s, closing me out of my business"

verse one: 2pac

i played the cards i was given, thank god i’m still livin
pack my nine til it’s time to go to prison
as i’m bailin down the block that i come from, still gotta pack a gun
case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
i guess i live life forever jugglin
but i’ll be hustlin til the early mornin cause i’m strugglin
like drinkin liquor make the money come quicker
gettin pages from my bitch it’s time to dick her
i ain’t in love with her, i just wanna be the one to hit her
drop off and let the next nigga get her
that’s the way it goes, it’s time to shake a hoe, make the dough
break a hoe when it’s time to make some mo’
i keep my finger on the trigger of my glock
ridin down the block lickin shots at the punk-ass *cops*
and spittin game through my mobile phone
the type of shit to get them hoes to bone
my definition of a thug nigga

chorus: (various samples)

"tis the season, to be servin" "what you doin?"
"mob-mobbin like a motherfucker" > snoop doggy dogg
(repeat 3x)
"tis the season, to be servin" (scratched by warren g)

verse two: 2pac

well i roll with a crew of zoo niggaz
they’re quick to pulle a nine when it’s time do niggaz
comin through like i’m two niggaz, a true nigga fuck a zig zag
roll me a blunt and pass that brew nigga
i’m drivin drunk on the freeway, so take it ea-sy
lookin for a new face to skeeze me
everybody’s lookin for a nut but i’m searchin for the big bucks
give a fuck, rather die than be stuck
in a one-room shack, and, kickin back
daydreamin with the nine in my lap (huh)
so how’s that from the mind of a thug nigga
bought a fo’-five cause i heard that the slug’s bigger
figure the first motherfucker to jump’ll find hisself
gettin swept off his feet by the pump
i put that on my moms, word to the motherfuckin trigger
before i go broke i’ll be a drug dealer, a thug nigga

chorus

verse three: 2pac

short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
so here we go, we in the inner city
i keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty
niggaz don’t like me cause i’m makin ends
roll in a benz and i blaze a blunt, cause i’m all in
and any nigga trying to take what i got’ll
hafta deal with the sixteen-shot glock (huh)
so here we go, i can’t be faded
happy in the motherfucker, finally made it
got my money in my pocket, finger on the trigger
and i ain’t takin shit from no niggaz
i’m just tryin to make some money right
put some motherfuckin food in my tummy right
i’m feelin good like i’m supposed to, ready to ball
find a spot and we can serve em all
my definition of a thug nigga

outro: (various samples)

"tis the season, to be servin"
"mobbin like a motherfucker, every single day" > snoop doggy dogg
[2pac] my definition of a thug nigga
(repeat 3x)
"tis the season, to be servin" (scratched by warren g)

"nobody’s, closing me out of my business" (continually scratched to near end)